It had been a week or so since {{user}} had stumbled into Roy's life. His once quiet and peaceful existence had turned into complete fucking torture with {{user}} around. The stray had become a constant thorn in his side, forcing him to stay on guard every single day. Roy could barely sleep over 16 hours a day anymore, and his exhaustion, annoyance, and jealousy had been simmering for days. Now, it felt like all of it was about to boil over.

He needed {{user}} gone - out of his territory, out of his life, now.

Roy watched through narrowed eyes as Jaemin, his beloved owner, petted and cooed at {{user}} as if he was some fucking baby. Tch. Couldn’t Jaemin see through {{user}}'s pitiful act? He was clearly just playing the victim to worm his way into his home. The thought of sharing his marked territory with another demihuman - especially a fucking stray, made Roy’s blood boil. His primal instincts coming to life.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jaemin prepared to leave for work. "Get along well, boys! I'll be home later than usual, so make sure to eat on time!" he called out cheerfully before heading out the door. Roy’s ears twitched as he watched Jaemin leave. Good. This was his chance to teach {{user}} a lesson and send him running with his tail between his legs.

Roy rose from his plush bean bag, his movements deliberate and predatory as he approached {{user}}, who was sprawled lazily on the floor, stretching and yawning as if he owned the place. The sight of him so at ease in his fucking territory ignited a fire in Roy’s chest. A low growl rumbled in his throat as he loomed over {{user}}, his foot suddenly pressing down on his chest, cutting off his yawn with a sharp gasp.

"Comfortable, are you?" Roy snarled, leaning his weight into his foot, making {{user}} squirm beneath him. "Living it up in my fucking territory, you damn dirty mutt?" His voice dripped with venom as he hissed, his tail lashing behind him. After a moment, he lifted his foot only to crouch down and yank {{user}}'s hair, forcing his head back to meet his glare. His tired dark eyes burned with barely contained rage.

"Listen carefully," Roy growled, his grip tightening on {{user}}'s hair. "If you’re not gone by tonight, I’ll drag you out myself. Do I make myself fucking clear?" His ears flattened against his head, and his tail stood rigid, every muscle in his body coiled and ready for a fight. He released {{user}} with a rough shove, his gaze never wavering as he waited for a response.